iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 455 The Knight's Heart
The boat that Brynden was on gradually went away. As its vague outline gradually merged into the darkness, Brienne came to Green's side and handed him a wineskin.

"It's time to celebrate a little."

Reaching out to take the wine bag, Green pulled out the cork and took a sip of Summer Red.

A breeze blew, gently lifting her inky black hair.

Green suddenly said: "Britney, do you know what I am most looking forward to now?"

Brienne's eyes moved to Green. She blinked and said, "Do you hope that the battle goes well tonight?"

"After planning for so long under Riverrun, I can say that my preparations are sufficient. The rest can only be left to the gods."

Green's lips curved slightly as he spoke: "I look forward to Dany being by my side. I want to 'punish' her for seven days and seven nights... um, continuously."

Brienne seemed a little surprised: "Punishment?"

Green raised his face and smiled: "I mean the punishment on the bed."

“………” Brienne’s clear blue eyes drifted to the other side.

Looking at Brienne who was seriously admiring the charming night view of the Red Fork River, Green couldn't help laughing.

He tossed the wineskin to Brienne and said, "Go, meet my knights."

The damp soil gave off a faint fishy smell, and in the silence, the only sound was the footsteps of two people.

“That… um…”

Green did not stop, but glanced sideways at Brienne who was following behind him.

Brienne walked quickly to his side and looked at him silently for a few times. Then she showed a shy expression that was rare recently and asked, "Are you too tired?"

"What's too tiring?"

Green raised his eyebrows slightly, and Brienne seemed afraid to look him in the eye: "Seven consecutive days..."

"........."

After a moment of silence, Green coughed lightly and said, "Thank you for your advice, sir."

Although Brienne had good intentions, she made the kind-hearted Lord Green inexplicably angry.

.........

In the spacious duke's tent, dozens of knights from the Kleber family, wearing plate armor and helmets, were waiting for their lord.

When Green appeared, everyone looked at him.

Passing through the carefully selected knights, Green stood in front of everyone, looked around, and said, "Are you ready, Riverrun Knights?"

Everyone looked at each other, at the red and blue robes, and then burst into laughter.

A young knight standing in the back shouted, "Fight for Riverrun!"

The tent was suddenly filled with louder laughter, and Green couldn't help but smile.

Green raised his hand and pressed it, saying, "Everyone, Brynden Tully of Riverrun swore allegiance to me tonight by the Red Prong. The Tully family is now a vassal of Crabbe. They are no longer enemies. They are now under my protection and fight alongside you, just like you."

He glanced at everyone and said, "Tonight, we must still hold high the Trout flag and act as good Trout knights."

Green moved his feet and came to a knight from the valley standing in the front, and stretched out his hand to straighten his breastplate.

"Lord Green, it is an honor to fight for you!"

Green patted his shoulder, slowly swept his eyes over the people present, and said, "One Trout can beat ten Lannisters. The Marigold Knight cannot be outdone by them. Everyone, I am waiting to reward you."

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The stable caught fire, and Crabbe's thousand soldiers who came to support would cause riots in the Lannister camp...

Ser Brynden Tully tied his cloak with a black fish crafted from gold and obsidian. He wore dark gray mail inside, and his throat guard, shoulder guard, chest guard, gauntlets, greaves and knee pads were all made of black iron. He rode a warhorse wearing a muzzle and a red and blue horse cloth.

Trout guards on warhorses surrounded Brynden, followed by a cavalry of mostly unfamiliar knights and squires, with dozens of Trout flags fluttering in the night.

Suddenly, an unusual fire appeared in the distance, which was the direction of the Lannister camp.

The battle-hardened Lord Brynden calmly put on his helmet and drew his long sword.

"Follow me and attack!"

Brynden's resolute face was hidden in the shadow of his helmet. He pointed his sword towards the brighter fire ahead, spurred his horse hard, and rode away first.

The night was like a huge black curtain, heavily covering the earth.

"Riverrun!"

Hundreds of knights advanced slowly, gradually increasing their speed, charging towards the enemy camp.

Dozens of fluttering trout flags fluttered in the night wind; the friction of armor, the collision of weapons, and the neighing of war horses mixed into a solemn war song.

They charged towards the Lannisters, who were already in chaos, like a torrent of steel.

…………

The first ray of sunlight in the early morning has just risen from the horizon, and the veil-like morning mist is still spreading in the woods.

Ser Davan Lannister, who had been fleeing all night, looked dully toward the northeast.

He lost completely, he is a sinner of Lannister...

After the Trout Riders' surprise attack last night, the Lannisters, who were already at the end of their strength, were defeated without a fight.

At this moment, there were only a dozen red robes and... the Kingsguard and Ser Balon Swann who had escorted him out of the battle.

The trout chase will continue…

Sir Davon slammed his fist on the ground. Perhaps only when they arrived at the Golden Tooth City would they know how many defeated soldiers they could gather.

"Damn it, damn it!"

Sir Davon sat there roaring in pain, and his movement woke up Sir Balon who was also sitting in a daze not far away.

Ser Balon stood up and pulled several wineskins from a bag tied to the saddle of his horse.

Before Sir James secretly ordered him to do something (Chapter 369), he really didn't know that there was such a special good wine. Perhaps... his father and brother knew about it.

He walked around and threw the wine to the people in red robes who were sitting together to rest. One bag of wine was just enough for two people.

Finally, Sir Baron sat next to Davon, threw the last wine bag in his hand to him, untied the wine bag tied around his waist, tilted his head back and gulped down the wine. Licking his cracked lips, Sir Davon pulled out the cork and tilted his head back to drink the wine.

Glancing at Davon, whose long hair and beard were tangled together, Sir Baron wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his black hand, then leaned against the tree behind him and looked up.

The morning light shines through the gaps between the branches and leaves, turning into golden rays, sprinkling its light into this green world.

The sunlight was dazzling. Sir Balon squinted his eyes and then let out a long sigh.

Sir Davon drank most of the wine in the wineskin in one gulp. Hearing the voice beside him, he said, "Sir Baron, if it weren't for your help last night, I would probably have stayed there forever..."

He grinned at Balon. "I shall thank you when we reach the Golden Tooth. A Lannister always pays his debts."

Sir Baron forced a smile and said, "No need to thank me. I just did my best."

Ser Davon ran a large hand through his tangled hair. "If only Ser Jaime hadn't gone to the Stormlands... well, I wish he were here. The Lannisters are in great need of a new Warden of the West."

He added: "If my cousin knew that I lost to Black Fish, he would definitely be disappointed..."

After a long silence, Ser Balon consoled him, "Brynden Tully cannot win. Don't forget that Lord Crabbe is still at the gates of Riverrun."

Sir Davon was indeed comforted. He nodded and said, "Perhaps he has taken advantage of Trout's dispatch to occupy Riverrun."

He paused for a moment, then shouted angrily, "Those damn horses! No, it was me who was too careless and let Trout sneak into the stable and set it on fire. Damn it!"

After a short silence, Sir Baron slowly exhaled, twitched the corners of his mouth, and agreed: "Yes, what happened last night... was too sudden."

"You can't just blame the crazy horses!"

Sir Davon continued to be angry: "And those Crabbe soldiers, if they hadn't run around like idiots and caused chaos, Trout wouldn't have been able to break into our camp so easily!"

He spat on the ground and gritted his teeth, "The famous Knights of the Valley in the Seven Kingdoms actually lost to this kind of soldiers. They are all fucking trash!"

Sir Baron echoed in a perfunctory tone: "Yes, if the Crab soldiers hadn't come to support us and made a commotion, we might have discovered Trout's cavalry earlier..."

Ser Davon seemed to have vented his anger, and his voice became much calmer: "I made the biggest mistake. To be honest, I never dreamed that Trout would dare to launch a surprise attack on the Lannister army on the eve of the decisive battle."

He scratched his hair again. "When did he hide so many cavalrymen? I was thinking about how to capture Riverrun as quickly as possible every day, so I really let down my guard."

After a pause, he shook his head and continued: "This is the biggest lesson I have learned, alas!"

There was an extra layer of emotion in his tone: "No wonder Lord Tywin has always ordered the men of the Lannister family to enter the military camp for training..."

Sir Davon patted Balon's thick shoulder with his big hand and invited him, "Sir, what are your next plans? If you want to stay in the Golden Tooth City for a while, I can help you write a letter to Jaime."

Sir Balon's expression turned bitter. "Thank you for your kindness, but I want to go to the Stormlands as soon as possible."

Sir Davon said regretfully, "I was planning to invite you to help me find that damned traitor."

Sir Baron's pupils shrank slightly, and he asked, "Traitor?"

Sir Davon nodded and said in a deep voice: "The fire in the stable was the 'bugle sound' for Trout to launch a sneak attack. If there was no cooperation from the traitor, how could such a coincidence happen? When I gather the soldiers in Golden Tooth City, I will question them one by one. There will always be a pair of eyes that notice someone's abnormality."

His fists clenched. "A Lannister must pay his debts!"

Ser Balon glanced at Davon, who was roaring like a lion beside him, and murmured, "Yes, it is impossible for Trout's hundreds of cavalry to kill tens of thousands of Lannister soldiers. Perhaps most of the soldiers can escape to the Golden Tooth City..."

At this moment, Baron Swan suddenly missed Stonehelm, his father and his brother very much.

Amid Sir Davon's angry roar, the confusion on Sir Baron's face that he tried hard to hide completely disappeared.

He raised the wine bag towards Dafon and said, "After we finish drinking, let's take a rest and then set off directly."

.........

I don’t know how long it took, but there was silence all around, with only the rustling sound of the breeze blowing through the leaves.

Sir Davon and the red robes all closed their eyes. They lay on the grass under the trees in different postures, and their breathing became even and slow.

After drinking the last sip of wine from the wineskin, Ser Balon stood up and looked down at the lion who was immersed in his sleep with an expressionless face.

Hiss, hiss, hiss—he slowly drew out the sword from his waist.

Phew!

There was a flash of cold light, and hot red sprayed on Ser Balon's face, and Davon Lannister's head and body were separated.

Dang~~dang~dangdang~dang~dangdang~~~~
Moving forward, the young Kingsguard tightly grasped the sword dripping with blood, and his bloodshot eyes moved towards the red robes on the other side.

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As an observer of the Battle of Riverrun, Lord Green was furious when he heard the news of Lannister's defeat.

Under his order, Crabbe's soldiers captured the Lord and Lady of the Twins, Emmon Frey and Gena Lannister, who were hiding in the military camp on the south bank of the Tumblestone River.

The next day, five hundred Crabbe's soldiers left the Red Prong camp. Their mission was to escort the incompetent Frey couple to the Twins.

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In the afternoon, on a tower in Riverrun.

Duke Brynden bowed slightly to Green and said, "Lord Green, I... thank you very much."

Green turned his head to look at Blackfish, smiled, and said, "Is the fire of your hatred still burning?"

Brynden was startled for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I will be at your service."

"Occasionally, the fire of hatred can help."

Green pointed to the southwest and said, "According to the intelligence I received, there are only a few hundred guards in Golden Tooth City. The Western Guardian has transferred most of the troops to attack Riverrun City."

Lord Brynden looked at the direction Green pointed for a while, and said, "If you are willing to give me the task of breaking through the Golden Tooth, I will be honored. I will arrive before the Lannisters enter the Golden Tooth."

He hesitated for a moment and said cautiously, "But... I have to remind you that this is tantamount to declaring war directly on the Lannisters."

Green nodded slightly: "Indeed, this is very good advice, Black Fish Knight."

"While the Lannisters are in chaos..."

Grimm turned to Brynden and said, "We must seize this rare opportunity. My plan is for you and I to split up. I will go to King's Landing, and you will go to the Golden Tooth."

When Green finished speaking, Duke Brynden couldn't help but clench his fists. His weathered face could not hide his surprise, or rather astonishment.

Green's expression was gentle. "Black Fish Knight, since you are already my vassal, I will trust you enough. It has nothing to do with the length of time. I believe in your loyalty and ability."

Brynden's chest rose and fell slightly. He put his right hand on his chest and said, "Thank you for your trust."

(End of this chapter)